Chapter 7 Flyer

The ancient giant sword about two meters long and three minutes wide is as brilliant as hilarious silver, and is carved with fine magic patterns. In the center of the front of the sword body, two oriental dragons entwined, forming two slightly sunken marks; and on both sides and below the sword body, dozens of sculptures of unicorns are lifelike, they are embedded in the giant sword and slightly opened their mouths, revealing a small mouth that faintly reaches the inside of the sword body...

"An, maybe you can consider changing your career to be an artist." Staring at the giant sword with a mysterious beauty like the crane robe, everyone was shocked and couldn't help but sigh. Naya touched the sword body curiously, but murmured: "Good thing can be worth a lot of money! But is this created for Gao Sen? It seems that only he can use it!"

No wonder Naya has such doubts. The size of this giant sword is probably less than 100 kilograms. It is a bit difficult for ordinary barbarian fighters to use, and only brute force monsters like Gao Sen can wield. But when he heard Naya's sigh, An Ruoran smiled and said, "You can raise it, but in fact it is very light because it has light feather technique attached."

When he said this, Vivian had already bent down to lift the giant sword, and indeed with her weak power, she could lift half of the sword body. Naya blinked and slapped his ears and said, "I don't understand. If it is so light, it will be useless even if it hits the enemy. Then what are you doing to cast it?"

"Fly!" An Ruoran spit out a word very simply and snapped his fingers gently. A crisp sound was still echoing in the air. The giant sword seemed to have vitality, slowly floating with silver light. After about ten centimeters left the ground, it suddenly stopped as An Ruoran raised his hand, and then stopped in the void, making only a low hissing sound.

"Well, this sound sounds like..." Christine frowned slightly, and looked at the ripples of air under the sword. An Ruoran smiled and jumped straight onto the giant sword amid Vivian's screams. He stepped on his feet in the depression formed by the dragon entrenched, and bowed and said, "That's right, it's the airflow ejected by the magic bag! Then, dear Miss Christine, am I lucky to invite you to fly with the sword together?"

"Me?" Christine was stunned for a moment and couldn't help looking at both sides. However, after a moment of thinking, she still took two steps back hesitantly: "No need, it's too dangerous to ride this kind of thing without testing safety at all."

"Danger?" An Ruoran spread his hands exaggeratedly and began to control the flying sword to rotate and fly low in the room. There is no doubt that even in this small space with various decorations, the flying sword can move forward and flow freely according to the control of the soul fire, without any sign of stagnation and impact. Vivian looked at it and shouted in a low voice, and couldn't help but pat his chest and exclaimed: "An An, you are so awesome! Well, is this sword named?"

"I haven't thought about it yet! I originally planned to call Ziqing Shuangjian, but now I have made one..." There is no doubt that An Ruoran's evil taste broke out at this moment. But after a moment, he bowed to Christine again and said, "Dear Miss Christine, now you should believe in the safety of the flying sword! So, how about we go outside to have a breath?"

"No interest!" Even though he had seen the flexibility of the flying sword with his own eyes, Christine refused without hesitation. However, under the seemingly cold face, there seemed to be a hint of uneasiness, and even his voice trembled slightly. An Ruoran looked at her thoughtfully, and suddenly blinked and said, "Miss Christine, you shouldn't have acrophobia!"

"Where is that kind of thing!" Christine's face changed when she was suddenly exposed, but then she seemed even colder. "Please think carefully with your brain. Now there are at least three hundred pairs of eyes staring here outside! Then, you actually plan to go out with a flying sword. What's the difference between this and seeking death?"

"Don't worry, this is not just about hiding my black scale armor." An Ruoran smiled and gently stroked the word "good" in his chest. A few seconds later, within a meter near him as the center, there was a hidden effect. Even the flying sword suddenly melted with the surrounding environment. It would be really hard to find if it was not carefully identified.

"Awesome!" Naya raised his hooves and praised them while not forgetting to look at Christine. His smiling expression seemed to be malicious no matter how he looked at him. Under this gaze, Christine couldn't help biting her cherry lips, and said in a angrily outraged and embarrassed: "What are you looking at me for? I said it, I'm not interested..."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Sen suddenly pushed the woman behind as if nothing had happened. The woman who was not wary of her at all staggered forward and directly crashed into An Ruoran's arms. In an instant, the flying sword suddenly activated with light. It flew out of the window, accompanied by Christine's low scream, and rushed into the void shining with silver light like a dragon!

The cold wind whistled from all sides, brushing the cheeks covered by the mask from both sides, making the clothes rush in the strong wind. An Ruoran sucked deeply the cold air in the void, and then looked down at the spectacular landscape below. He felt that the depression he had suffered for several days was swept away, and he wanted to laugh three times to show his complacentness.

But the next moment, a pair of jade arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and the delicate and delicate ** also pressed on him hotly. While An Ruoran couldn't help but have a male reaction, the trembling voice sounded softly in his ear: "Let go, let me down, here... here... it's too high!"

"High? It's just a few hundred meters away from the ground. Do you want to look down?" An Ruoran lowered his head in a narrow voice, looking at Christine who was hanging softly on him, and only felt that this scene was so beautiful. But completely different from his good mood, Christine tightly wrapped around him like an octopus, closed her eyes and shook her head and said, "No! Don't look even if you beat him to death! In short, I order you to let me go immediately now...ah!"

With a scream that was blocked before she could leave, the flying sword suddenly turned sideways in the air, and then rolled 360 degrees. When the sword body stopped in the air again, Christine was already pale and trembling like a quail. While An Ruoran drove the flying sword away from the dungeon, she did not forget to tease her: "Hehe, it turns out that our genius demon casting master also has weaknesses. I thought you were never as good as others' fireworks!"

"Nonsense, don't you have anything to fear?" What makes people smile is that Christine, who was cold and silent in the past, suddenly felt a little hysterical because of her fear of heights. She didn't care about cursing the hateful man beside her, she could only hold on to his body tightly and get closer. In addition, she could only pray that the other party's casting ability was as good as he boasted, if the flying sword suddenly malfunctioned at this moment...

"Well, do you think we are a little too close?" An Ruoran, who was a normal man, naturally had some physiological reactions when he reminded him. After being reminded by him, Christine couldn't help but open her eyes slightly, looked at the situation of the two in confusion for two seconds. After she suddenly trembled her shoulders and instinctively let go of her hands...

What's bad is that the flying sword suddenly turned sharply at this moment and bypassed an underground mountain. Christine let go, and was thrown out by a huge inertia and fell directly towards the valley below. An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly activated the flying sword to descend. The spraying effect of the twelve magic bags reached the extreme in an instant, and made a whistling loud noise suddenly shot out. Fortunately, they had already left the range of the dungeon, otherwise just this huge roar would be enough to alarm the entire valley!

In an instant, the two men had a sword less than tens of meters away from the ground. Even if An Ruoran tried his best to stretch out his arms, he still could not reach Christine smoothly. In desperation, he activated the flying sword to descend at full speed, and he leaped out suddenly with the force, and caught Christine who was about to touch the ground in the void. Then he suddenly turned around and smashed on the ground with the strength of his body!

Under this collision, the severe pain behind him suddenly penetrated into his heart. An Ruoran couldn't help but groan, feeling that half of his body had lost his feelings. However, relying on him to act as a cushion, Christine, who might have been crushed to pieces, was safe, but because of his fright, he leaned against his chest too much, and was a little drowsy and half-awake...

At this moment, the two of them looked at each other and could feel each other's breathing spraying on their faces. An Ruoran looked at the bright eyes of Qiu Shui, and smelled the faint fragrance into his nose. He immediately felt a little rippling in his heart. For a moment, he forgot where he was. Fortunately, with Christine's moan, he finally understood the current situation. He hurriedly supported his arms and tried to jump up.

However, the two of them had a very ambiguous posture at this time. They were just squinted and their skin was tightly attached. But Christine's jade peak was next to An Ruoran's chest, and An Ruoran's thigh was just between Christine's crotch, and that mysterious place was approaching...

With such an intimate attitude, it is probably not easy to separate quickly. Therefore, it was not until a few minutes of tossing that An Ruoran clumsily broke free in panic. In the middle, he didn't know how much advantage he had taken on the other party, and Christine's jade cheeks had already brought with him a lot of red glow...

{Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.net Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}
Chapter completed!